In the 1920s, an era of drunkenness and wealth was about to begin, followed by horror and horror; an era that might be the best or the worst; an era that would be divided among people in the future.
There may be people who transcend the times and leave their names in history, but I am not a saint who looks down on the earth. I am just a reporter, an investigator, and a person who is unwilling to accept something.
Treat all this as a story, dear, I am not a professional writer, and my writing may not be good, but please read on, maybe one day, you will become a member of a similar story, and then you will understand everything, and you will make a choice... But I will not see that day.
Goodbye, Lerman, my love - I will not go to heaven, I will wait for you in hell.
Purpose: The Journey of the Brave